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On the Friday of the second week of school, I woke up with a cold that clung to me like a fog. Dad understood and let me stay home, which felt like a small mercy. The weekend came and went, but the sickness refused to let go, hanging on through Monday. By Tuesday I felt lighter, though not fully free—like trying to run with one shoe still tied in knots. Mom swooped in before recess to pick me up early.
The rest of the week I returned to school. Our regular teacher was out with pneumonia—what a coincidence 😱—and in her place came a substitute, as different from her as sunlight is from shade. He let us drift into free time in the mornings, steering us through Blookets and Gimkits, those games that disguise themselves as fun but sneak knowledge into your brain. With a click, he could summon any set of questions he wanted, like a wizard flipping through spellbooks.
Math came next, a short thirty minutes. (Remember that for later.) For math we split our time between a notebook and a Chromebook. On the screen we worked with Xtra Math, sharpening our speed with facts like a blacksmith hammering sparks off steel. In the notebook, though, we were asked to do four fluency problems (though I never understood why, since we already had Xtra Math), plus warmups and lessons.
Reading, however, stretched on for a full hour and thirty-five minutes—and sometimes it felt like half the day vanished into it. Not exactly balanced—school really needs to fix its scales. Reading wasn’t just boring, it was paint-drying, grass-growing, clock-ticking boring. We had a workbook and a reader (and I’d trade ten workbooks for just one reader). The worst part? It was all done as a group, which made it slower than molasses on a cold day. Page by page, sentence by sentence, everyone stumbling along together while my brain begged for escape. And the switch was brutal: one moment I was locked into “964 + 643 mode,” the next moment—snap!—“Clean up math, time for reading.” My brain wasn’t ready for stories, it was still floating in numbers, and reading dragged me under like quicksand.
Then came recess and lunch. Some days I went outside, but most days I chose the quiet cafeteria. It was a strange little refuge, like a secret library inside the lunchroom. You ate silently, and then you could slip into coloring or reading, but if even a whisper crossed your lips—bam—you were banished back to the noise of the real cafeteria.
That next weekend I finally went in for my shots. My arm throbbed afterward like it had been whacked with a hammer. To make up for it, we got Jimmy John’s, which was at least a silver lining. But the shots kept me from swimming, which felt like a bigger loss than the sandwich was a win.
This other version is my version:
On the Friday of the second week of school I woke up with a cold. Dad understood and let me stay home. I was still sick on the weekend and Monday. I felt better on Tuesday but, still not 100%. Mom picked me up early before recess.
I went back to school for the rest of the week. We had a very nice substitute teacher because, our regular teacher had pneumonia. What a coincidence😱 ! The sub is very different than our regular teacher. He lets us have free time in the mornings, does blookets and gimkits. they are very fun educational games. he can choose any set of questions he wants.
Moving on to math which is 30 minutes. remember that for later. For math we have a notebook and a Chromebook. for the Chromebook we do Xtra math which helps you improve your fluency on math facts. for the notebook we do 4 math fluency questions (For some reason even though we do Xtra math.) also for the notebook we do warmups and lessons.
Moving on to reading which is an hour and 35 minutes. that is not balanced to math. School fix your system. Also reading is SO boring. Sorry about that. For reading we have a workbook and a reader (I wish it was only a reader) reading is so boring because, it is a group thing, the whole class being the group. Also it is so sudden like the teacher says “clean up math time for reading.” and your brain is still in 964 + 643 mode. shortened is math mode.
Moving on to recess slash lunch time. for recess sometimes I go out for recess most times I don’t. there is this thing called quiet cafeteria where you go to where the kids club hangs out after school. Basically you eat your lunch and then you can color or read a book and, if you talk you’re kicked out from quiet cafeteria.
